Poem August 22, 1959 Issue

FIRST COMES JOY

Maxine Le Pelley

Love's angels tell me
All is well
Amid the mortal seeming.
Their telling brings
A joyous sense
To waken me
From dreaming.
And, lo, the proof
That all is well,
Unutterably sweet;
But first comes joy
On angel wings,
Then healing—sure, complete.

Maxine Le Pelley

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